““I Do Not Sing Because I Dream I do not sing because I dream. I simply sing because you’re real. I sing your ripened gaze, your purest smile, your animal grace. I sing because I am a man. And if I didn’t sing I’d be just a brute, bursting with health, blind drunk and dizzy with delight there in your vineyard without wine. I sing because love wishes it. Because hay ripens in your arms, glistening wet. Because my body tightens facing them, bare and bathed in sweat. ””
